Visited a local contract agency today and filled out umpteen hundred papers, took competency tests, and remembered why I hate job-hunting so much. You go through all this garbage, pretending to be someone you’re not, to get a job you know you won’t like in a week or a month or a year, and why? Because you like to eat and have a roof over your head. Sometimes, the trade-off doesn’t seem worth it.

My birthday isn’t for a while yet, but when it comes around, I’d love it if someone could get me this cake: